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[walkingmajority]

A lil revamp is good for the soul ^_^

[snihplodart]

(!!!!!!!(i am screaming as i send this) momojirou 58??😭💗💗💗💗🍑

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[talkativelock]

20 for ojitooru? <3

20. things you said that I wasn’t meant to hear for ojitooru

Mashirao has worked very, very hard to make sure that Tooru never feels like he is looking over her. She’s invisible, he couldn’t see her if he tried, but he never wants her to feel like he doesn’t know she’s there. He’s become hyper aware of her presence, always keeping a lookout for any telltale sign of Tooru in the hallways and classrooms and hero training surprises. He’s attuned himself to her and he thought that he finally didn’t need to jump at every hazy shadow.

Then they get put into dorms.

When they aren’t wearing their uniforms they all wear their every day clothes, which wouldn’t be a problem except that he’s gotten used to watching for gloves and her uniform skirt. Watching for a scrap of tanktop or the catch of a disembodied flipflop on the carpet puts Mashirao back to square one when it comes to his Tooru awareness. 

Honestly, he’s doing okay with it. He hasn’t missed a chance to say hello to her once and she still believes him to be the only person who will never forget that she’s there.

This is how he knows that Tooru is in Uraraka’s room. It’s his finely honed sixth sense for Tooru that makes him pause just outside of Uraraka’s open door. A second later Tooru’s voice floats through the air and Mashirao feels smug that he didn’t even have to look to know that Tooru is there.

Then he hears what she’s saying.

“I just feel bad for Mashirao-kun,” Tooru says, and she sounds small, “he works so hard and I wish there was something I could do to make myself easier to see for him.”

“Tooru-chan,” Uraraka says, comforting.

“Sometimes he nearly misses me, did you know that?” Tooru sighs. “He catches himself but I can tell that he has to be on edge just to notice me.”

Mashirao closes his eyes and breaths slowly and calmly. Here he thought he was being subtle, that he was making it look effortless, and the entire time Tooru knew how hard it was. Mashirao does not get upset, he refuses to, he just lets the knowledge wash over him. He’ll think about it in more detail later. Right now all that matters is that Tooru sounds sad.

“Ojiro-kun wants you to be happy, to feel seen,” Uraraka says wisely.

“I just don’t want him to eventually hate me for how hard he has to work.” Tooru sighs again.

Mashirao shakes and composes himself, then pokes his head around the corner.

“Tooru?” he asks loudly. “Did I hear you in here?”

Tooru squeaks and jumps. Mashirao looks directly at where Tooru’s face probably is. “Mashirao-kun?”

“I was looking for you,” he lies, “wondering if you wanted to play some video games before Bakugou and Kirishima steal the TV again.”

“Uh, how much did you hear?”

Mashirao takes a second to squint at her. Something tells him that she would be upset to know that he heard her so he lies again. “Not much. Something about work?”

Maybe it’s the air in the room easing to a lighter pressure but Mashirao is pretty sure that Tooru is smiling.

“Unless I’m interrupting something?” Mashirao glances to Uraraka to check her reaction. She’s regarding him thoughtfully.

“No, I think it’s fine. Is it okay if I leave, Ochako-chan?” Tooru asks.

Uraraka smiles. “Of course. You two have fun.”

Mashirao waits for Tooru’s clothes to pick themselves up off of Uraraka’s bed and make their way over to him. He holds out a hand and he feels her invisible fingers tangle in his. He squeezes lightly, always fascinated by the feeling of her invisible skin under his.

“Bye, Uraraka-san,” Mashirao calls over his shoulder as Tooru pulls him away. If Uraraka sends him a knowing look Tooru never has to know.

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[saisai-chan]

you look amazing in all those outfits omg!! are those some of the ones you drew the girls in? 345/10 tbh

[in reference to this post] [in reference to this tweet]

aahhh yeah!!! tbh i wanted to draw the flower dress on either Momo or Uraraka but i really am not good at clothing print detail like that, haha

thank you!!!

[snihplod]

(listen deku and todo both gor a mini fridge same weekend and still couldn't get pieces together it's not gonna be them they're too gay)

@trenazlore, about @talkativelock‘s excellent first installment of Sticky Notes

[quinnlocke]

5 & 9 for recipes for love and disaster? (i know it's a series but I couldn't choose lmfao) 💖💕

5. Did you make an outline for [title]? Did you stick to it?

It’s All in the Pairing - did not have an outline, it was a bare idea that I sat down and wrote in a day. The original concept was supposed to be Bokuto and Akaashi. Until I realized it would be so much more fun to write it as Kuroo and Kenma.

Going Off-Menu - Had a set plan and was more or less outlined before I sat down to write it. The NSFW chapter 2 was just for shits and giggles.

Table for Two - No outline, no plan, just sat down and said ok those two need to be smooching now.

Stressed is Desserts Spelled Backwards - has an outline and more notes than the rest of the fics since it’s the only one that had a plan and a set guideline.

9. Which idea came to you first in [title]?

It’s All in the Pairing was the original idea. I wanted to do a restaurant au, but had no idea how to even get started. I had been watching a lot of Gilmore Girls and I remember the episode where Sookie tracked down the food critic cause the wrong wine had been served with her risotto. I had a little laugh to myself and then it clicked. The rest of the fics have all been a result of that. 

Once I had the first fic and the universe was settled everything else just happened. Every character who has been mentioned since the beginning has a place and in some cases a fully fleshed out backstory. So honestly there will be so much more of this cause I have yet to run out of ideas for it.

[actualyuuri]

a concept: Victor just moved across the road from Yuuri but being the dork he is, he forgot to buy curtains. Now every time yuuri looks out the window he can see his (very attractive) new neighbour doing all sorts of dorky things. His favourite is Victor trying to sweep while singing at the top of his lungs and dancing awkwardly with the broom.

“That guy is cute.”

Yuuri, admittedly, had only been half-invested in his conversation with Phichit since he’s currently focusing on not burning their casserole. But when he hears those words, he glances up, wondering if he could possibly be talking about--

Yes.

Phichit is looking out the window.

(Presumably towards Yuuri’s new neighbor.)

“Not my type,” Phichit swiftly adds when he notices Yuuri’s reaction, “but yours. Definitely yours.”

Yuuri can’t see out the window from where he’s standing behind the kitchen counter, and he has too much pride to sprint into the living room in order to catch a glimpse of his admittedly attractive new neighbor. His admittedly attractive new neighbor who is very, very distracting in the mornings. And at night. And all times, really. And who doesn’t have curtains. Or, if he does, they’re never drawn, at least.

Phichit seems to analyze Yuuri’s every last microexpression. “He’s shirtless.”

Yuuri has pride, but not enough pride.

He walks over.

The neighbor, whom Yuuri still doesn’t know the name of, nor has Yuuri ever interacted with except for the occasional awkward wave when he’s caught staring, is currently singing. And sweeping. And dancing with the broom.

(And, yes, he is shirtless. Very shirtless. About as shirtless as he could be, actually. Yuuri hadn’t been aware of the fact that there are varying levels of shirtlessness, but he is now aware of this fact. Very aware. Keenly aware. Because the neighbor is--)

“Have you spoken to him?” Phichit asks.

Yuuri shakes his head, tearing his eyes away from the window. He has trained himself not to look after one too many awkward moments of eye contact. So instead he sets his gaze on the television, not focusing on whatever is currently happening on the screen.

“Wait, Yuuri, he’s waving.”

Yuuri spins around on his heels.

(The neighbor is definitely waving.)

(Definitely waving.)

Phichit waves back enthusiastically.

“No,” Yuuri gasps, eyes widening. “No, don’t wave back, that’s--”

The neighbor is grinning. Then, Phichit uses one hand to point a finger at Yuuri. He cocks his head to the side, as though asking a question. After that, he mimics a phone with his other hand. “Hang on, I’m asking him if he wants your number.”

Yuuri stares blankly out the window, unsure of what to do. He grabs at Phichit’s arm and stammers. “Phichit, hang on, wait, he’s, I’m--”

The neighbor nods. Grins.

Phichit gives him a thumbs up. Yuuri buries his face in his hands. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

“Okay, Yuuri, what’s your number? Read it off to me,” Phichit urges. “I’ll signal it to him.” When Yuuri doesn’t move, he nudges his shoulder. “Don’t pretend you don’t want to go out with the hot neighbor.”

Really, he can’t. Yuuri takes in a deep breath, meets the neighbor’s eyes one more time before burying his face in his hands. “Five, two...”

[beanwaitingforya]

For @trenazlore 2. write the url of the person who sent the ask 40. write your name with your non-dominant hand (it started out okay...) 42. something of your choice (specified in ask: dodmam) bonus for momana <3 <3 bean